Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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What was I thinking? Who was I trying to kid? My heart aches so much at the sight of it.

If there's such thing as an 'undo' button for any event in this life, I'd undo that event. I'd seal my heart in the first place. Now what's left is for me to pick its pieces up and try to glue them together for the umpteenth time. That is if the glue will work. Oh, heart... stay in my mediastinum. Don't leave this safe zone, protected by the numerous layers and thoracic cage. You can't survive another fall. You know you can't. All these four limbs shall protect you at all cost. Be at peace, oh, dear heart.

For the Soul

Narrated Abu Sa`id Al-Khudri and Abu Huraira:

The Prophet (ﷺ) said, "No fatigue, nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allah expiates some of his sins for that."